angelicmobster8: (AM inc)
Some rich person whined about poor kids coming into their neighbourhood for candy. Could you stop the rich people from going into poor neighbourhoods looking for drugs? I wouldn't say my neighbourhood is poor, but I don't know, not in the money. Anyway, almost all of the car crashes around here are because of drunk rich people. The guy who owns the house across the street has a highlighter orange lambourgini and the house is in poor conditions. He rents it to people who can't afford any better.

Anyway, we only got 43 kids last night, I had made up 94 candy bags. It was mostly the weather, cold and rainy. Todays weather is perfect, of course.

Finished reading The Forest of Hands and Teeth. I really liked it, I might read the companion books. The Dead-Tossed Waves is about a girl named "Gabry", I hope that's Gabrielle. I loved the imagery of her running through the woods in her red vest.
angelicmobster8: (WTF?)
I had to deal with something quite absurd today. A waste of two hours from my life. My sister, is so ugh! Ugh is a word in my vocabulary. It is another word for: stupid, ridiculous, irritating, infuriating, etc. It can even be a short form of "WTF OMG WHY?" Sometimes eye rolling may accompany this word. It can be used when I have no words to describe my feelings, or am too tired to.

In other news, Harpy told Mom she will be coming over for Christmas. I will not too put much stock into it yet. She has a tendancy to cancel within 10 days of events such as Christmas. She did this last Christmas, and I have not spoken to her since. I will not have her negativity in my life.
angelicmobster8: (Eye)
[Error: unknown template qotd]Worst as in mean, or as in they have the wrong job?

Mean would be Ms. V, my grade seven teacher. She would humiliate students in front of other people by giving out personal information. Some lady came in once and they were talking at her deak. I was sitting near-by doing an art project. Ms. V told the woman about how much school I was missing and how I never did my homework. Who is this woman and why do you need to tell her my personal info? Another time, she sent some students out in the hallway to finish homework they didn't do. That's fine. But a grade 8 student went to visit her, and she sent this student out to us to say "Ms. V told me to tell you that you are all a waste of air". I don't know what I would have said to this bitch.

The teacher who needed a new job: Ms. T, my grade 10 English and grade 11 History teacher. She never had control over her classes, and got information wrong. She didn't know how to mark tests properly. One time, she didn't show up for class, and I guess she didn't call in, because we were sitting in our empty class for a half hour. It was really surreal. I wouldn't tell her anything, because her classes were easy marks.
angelicmobster8: (WTF?)
[Error: unknown template qotd]I would like to say I give a smart retort or just ignore them, but most of the time I don't even realize someone was talking to me until I'm half a block away.
angelicmobster8: (Johnny Christ)
I'm living with a bunch of drama queens. M is moving into a new house (good, the lady she is living with now seems like a bitch and charges her too much for that tiny room). I wish I could move in with her, but I wouldn't be able to pay half the rent, and I would not move in for less.
angelicmobster8: (Ghost)
Last night Cockroach and Drunkard got into a fight over something too stupid to post. She asked Beast and I if she was hard to get along with. I said that being around her, made me want to slit my wrists. She didn't take it very well.

Also, Beast has begun speaking with Harpy again. It's disappointing.

Saw Black Swan today, was great.

Oh well

Dec. 27th, 2010 05:13 pm
angelicmobster8: (Shoe)
We still haven't heard from Harpy. Apparently, she is ignoring M's phonecalls. It was funny that M was the only one Harpy was talking to for a while. When I was 12, they had a huge fued. When Harpy got really angry with me once, she purposely called me by M's name like it was a swear word. She acts so childishly (is that a word?).
angelicmobster8: (Shoe)
It turns out that there was nothing really wrong with M's car, she just forgot to put it on park or something. She was really embarassed. Also, Harpy never called her. All this good news and the friggin' Christmas spirit are crumbling my resolve on the Harpy Boycott issue. Ugh.
angelicmobster8: (Katharine Hepburn)
They are mostly going fine, except I'm never speaking to Harpy again. The last time she was in this house was Christmas 2009. She usually goes on about how she's not coming over for a holiday, and then last minute she calls and says "Pick me up". Until after Christmas 2009 that is, she just stopped showing up all together. It was fine by me.

Everytime we are at her apartment, tension builds and like Cockroach says: "It's agony". We all turn against eachother to keep her negative attention off of us. When she cuts one of us up, the others keep quiet. I'm surprised I have never burst into tears (at least not since I was 10 maybe). Then when we leave, we breathe easier and feel more alive. After being on the phone with her, we actually feel physically drained.

Last night, my sister M was running errands (which included buying Harpy groceries apparently) but her car broke down. I guess she forgot to tell this to Harpy. At 8 (ish) this morning, Harpy called here and started bitching loudly at Beast about how she's done with everything and that she's not coming over for Christmas, and then hung up, like a child. Actually, she's the only person I've ever known personally that hangs up on people. No offense to children. She must have called M also, because we called her to ask about her car and she was crying. She couldn't stay on the phone because she was at work. It was her birthday on Saturday.

So I am done with that bitch. If she does end up coming over for Christmas, I'm staying in my room, I've had worse Christmases anyway. No one in our family seems to truly like the holiday anyway. If she doesn't, than good. I turn 20 in ten days and I'm no longer going to let her control me with fear and guilt and all of that shit. I almost want to send her a letter saying "I am sure Jesus will forgive you for the pain you have caused us, but I will not." But I wont because then she'll probably have an "accident" and complain how no one was there for her.

Anyway, I'm not as angry about it anymore. Except for the phonecall, depressed mother and crying sister, it's been a good day. Not that different from any other day.
angelicmobster8: (Katharine Hepburn)
I think my sister has this, and maybe this. And maybe a little dementia caused by a car accident she was in where she went through the windshield.

At least she is no longer singing music I actually like at the top of her lungs. She can't do damage to songs that already annoy me. She's convinced the guy she's semi-stalking has cancer, but doesn't want to put her through the pain of watching him deteriorate. Maybe he does have cancer, but I don't think he even remembers her. Hence the first link. Sometimes she scares the shit out of me and I fear for my own safety, like someday she's going to stab us in our sleep for not answering her questions about her "true love" the exact same way we did ten million times before.

Once when I was little, she said that my other sister had stabbed her in the heart. I asked my mom about this, and she looked at me all confused, but didn't do anything about it. I'm afraid of bringing it up to my psychotic sister, she will deny it like crazy and yell at me and slam things. Everyone treats me like a horrible villain, I'm not the one making up horrible lies to turn someone against someone else. I take blame for the bad things I do. I do live in a fantasy world, but I don't try to force the people around me to live in it to. Whenever mom finally stands up and says "I don't want to answer your questions anymore", Cockroach threatens to confront the guy she's stalking and stomps out of the room.

She stopped seeing this social worker lady, because the woman had the balls to say "Are you sure he even knows who you are?". Cockroach hasn't seen this guy since maybe September. And before that, she only really saw him in passing (except when she went to his concerts, he's in a local band, though apparently he's not performing much because he's so sick) and probably only spoke with him for a few minutes at a time.

Anyway, I meant for this post to be funny but that didn't work out. This is only the tip of the iceberg. Or bullshit pile. Yay funny again.
angelicmobster8: (WTF?)
Cockroach has been singing "Sombody Kill Me" from The Wedding Singer over and over again. I actually love that song, but oh my gawd.

She's also been singing a little diddy called "Love Me Dead", I haven't actually heard it yet, but the lyrics sure seem interesting. Something like "Fill my sould with vomit... something about gum... your my sugar plum...", I dunno, it's on my to-do list.
angelicmobster8: (WTF?)
But I understand, some crazy stuff happened yesterday.

Then, on top of that the previous intern/receptionist called and was all "Find this for me, and fax it all now" (sort of). My boss said he could wait. Ha!

The other previous intern came in yesterday also.

It was a stressful afternoon, and Monday will be crazy. I walked home.

Ugh, had another dream set in highschool. I could not get my lock on my locker open, and people were treating me like shit. I gave them a peice of my mind and left them all with their jaws on the floor. Still, it was a stressful dream. I do not want to dream about highschool!
angelicmobster8: (WTF?)
So, at the beginning of the month, I have to print out about six and thirty reports. All together, they are about an inch and a half thick.

I managed to do this months rather quickly, and gave it to my boss on Tuesday morning. She goes through them, makes notes and gives them back, then I distribute copies. I call it the Monthly Massacre of Trees, since we use so much paper. Anyway I have to do it before the weekend, because many of them get updated over the weekend and the ones I printed out will end up outdated.

She has still not given them back. Today is a busy day, especially since the receptionist and the woman who becomes the back up receptionist when the first one is gone, are both gone. Even if she does give me back the reports today (will probably be at 3pm and I will proceed to freak out and miss my afternoon break), most people probably will not see them until Monday, when they are outdated.

I was hoping she would give them to me yesterday, instead she told me to print a bunch of stuff off of a website, and it ended up being three inches of paper. It better get used. We do recycle here, but that's still a huge waste.

Ugh, the internship people are supposed to be coming here soon, I hope it's Tuesday morning so I don't have to sit through the two and a half hour meeting. A meeting that was supposed to take place today.

Anyway, not many people in the office today. And a lot of the ones who are, are in the lunchroom livin' it up and eating cookies.

Last night, I started watching a movie called The Sentinel from 1977. It's not really good, but it has a bunch of people I love like: Christopher Walken, Eli Wallach, Chris Sarandon (though with a moustache that does not work on him), José Ferrer, etc. Anyway, it's about this model to goes to live in a lovely New York apartment, and it just so happens to be the entrance to hell. The city looks very good in this movie though, usually it doesn't in horror movies.
angelicmobster8: (Schmee)
My horoscope for the day: "Expect a big challenge to come from below today. That could mean a kid, an intern at work or almost anyone else, really, but if you handle it well, you can turn them from annoyance to ally." AN INTERN!? What was that supposed to mean. Why blame the intern?!

Had to make about 15 phone calls today. I hate my phone voice. I hate phones. Two is the number of times I had to talk with an asshole. Then when I phoned one number, it made strange chirping noises at me. I thought "How dare you!?" Two of the numbers did not work, which is fine with me. Had to leave messages about five times. Ugh! My voice getting recorded?

For the most part though, it has been a swell day. I just wish that time would go by faster. At least until 4:30.

Conundrum

Jan. 29th, 2010 10:16 am
angelicmobster8: (Ghost)
Next week, I will have 15 work days left of my internship. They have not found an new intern, so my stay here may be extended. I would of course say yes, but decided to make a pro/con list anyway. Well, it’s actually a pro/pro list, since I don’t really make pro/con lists and messed up on it.

Pros of Staying:
1. More money
2. More experience
3. Feeling of security, I don’t have to go job hunting
4. More time away from Cockroach, as she works afternoons. So right now, for the most part I only see her on the weekends.
5. Magazines and office supplies, I’ll let you decide what that means
6. Makes me feel useful, I am less likely to try and hurt myself if I have responsibilities, though see #8 in below list
7. Could lead to other employment opportunities, the intern before last stayed as a receptionist for a few months and now works in another district
8. Gives my life structure, I sometimes get freaked out if I do not have a plan
9. Get to read more Daily Lit

Pros of Leaving:
1. Less crying, hopefully
2. More time to get things done, I keep putting things off until the weekend, and then I never do them
3. No more monthly appraisals or doing other things that being in intern entails. If this were a normal job, no one would give a shit that I don’t eat my lunch in the lunchroom.
4. Sleep in and stay up later, at least until I get another job or start school. I don’t really sleep in much anyway. Usually never past 8:15
5. Eat better, I think I’ve lost weight since I’ve been here as I’ve been crying in the mornings and can never get a decent breakfast in or forget to make some kind of lunch
6. Less sitting at desk doing nothing, see #9 in above list
7. Less time having to take the bus, walk (added to that, less time coming in contact with creepy dudes) or bother Drunkard for a ride, which means saving money also. Until I find another job or start school.
8. Some people here make me feel utterly useless
9. Can get away from fluorescent lighting, at least until I find another job or start school

When I wrote these down, the “Pros of Leaving” list was much larger, but I omitted a few for being either stupid or pathetic. I am totally messed up with this. I don’t want them to find another intern because I want more money, but then I hope they do because I am not at all happy with many things.
angelicmobster8: (Johnny Christ)
[Error: unknown template qotd]Ugh. I went to the same elementary school and the same high school growing up. It sucked. I should have chosen a different highschool and started over. Almost everyone from my elementary school went to that highschool. I only went because it was easy. My sisters went there, my friends were going there (friends who I stopped talking to in grade nine). A representative from the highschool came to our grade eight class to, I dunno, recruit us. No one from any of the other school came, so that's why I didn't think of any other options.
angelicmobster8: (Johnny Christ)
I am not too fond of getting blamed for things here, and at home. Sometimes when it happens here, I start thinking "Holy crap, maybe I did do it."

Watched an Orson Welles movie called "The Trial". There's a part where Anthony Perkins is telling someone about how when he was in school, when the teacher was pissed off about something and was looking for the guilty party, he started believing it was him. Or something, I am horrible at explaining things.

Anyway, it's a weird movie and you should see it if you like weird like me. A lot of movies from the 60's were weird because they were getting more experimental and didn't have to censor as much. Also I think the writers and directors were all trying out drugs.

Off topic. I think I have a complex. There must be a name for it.

Oh well.

Sep. 30th, 2009 02:51 pm
angelicmobster8: (Katharine Hepburn)
I’m just a lowly intern, so I guess it’s okay that people do not let me in on important matters. Such as:

1. Since the usual receptionist is gone, the duties have been shifted.
2. The receptionist will be gone for two weeks.
3. A certain someone from another district office will be in her office here.
4. Where her office is, and where to transfer her calls. Oh, and I guess it’s okay if you don’t introduce me to her either.
5. A certain report that you have been checking every week since I came here, because it was on the list with my weekly responsibilities, no longer gets updated every week, but once a month.

No, I have to find these things out hours or even days after the fact. I understand.
angelicmobster8: (Eye)
I might not get the internship because I class is taking too long and they wont wait, even though the cunt encouraged me to take the class when I could have easily rescheduled it. Earlier today I was blaming myself and on the verge of tears, now I've moved on to blaming other people.
angelicmobster8: (Schmee)
Yay! This trike has been going on since April, because a Union was taking away the pension plan or something. Here's who went on strike:

1. Garbage/Recycling - Oh my gawd! The worst part. I've already done posts on this. Toronto has a garbage strike going on, and even though it hasn't been going on as long, it's probably worse due to the population.

2. Meter maids - People probably enjoyed this.

3. City Hall - I didn't have to meet with my bitch social worker because of it.

4. The people who take care of the city's lawns and gardens - Apparently some events had to be canceled because the grass was so high down at the river.

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